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Far off, a valley bathed in star-dust met Our view, and beckoned through the latticed door: And just beyond, a mountain's silhouette-- The waning moon its golden epaulet.

Night's vast stillness awed me, you sensed my fear, And pressed me closer in your wondrous arms: My lips, unbid, sought yours and found them near-- My soul took fire - then things grow dense just here.

Dawn came too soon, and with it one regret; Regret that we could never more be one. But through the years you must not once forget That my love for you burns deep within me yet.